The Cell
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The Curator of Schlock #358: The Cell

That reptile part of my brain made me run like hell from the certain death that a cloud of fentanyl would deliver. Choked screams rang out in the chill of the night as the cloud devoured the gang of miscreants that was the Goose Lord gang. I finally stopped, panting for breath and looking behind… Continue reading
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